@Background Pony #9B1F
You literally just copy-pasted that shit, didn’t you?

Ah, Chancellor Neighsay! I hope you’re prepared for to be a dick, reject the message of the series, leave indignant and not return until the end of the season!

I’m far too amused by the fact that this site actually has a tag for “steamed hams.”
 
_Ding-dong
 
Chalmers: Well, Seymour, I made it…despite your directions.
 
Skinner: Ah, Superintendent Chalmers, welcome! I hope you’re prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!
 
Chalmers: Ehhh…
 
[As Chalmers sits down, placing the champagne bottle in the provided ice bucket, Skinner heads for the kitchen, only to see that his oven is producing an unhealthy amount of smoke.]
 
Skinner: [Gasp!] Oh, YE GODS!! My roast is ruined! But what if…I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking? Ohohohohoho, delightfully devilish, Seymour!
 
[Seymour drops his apron and attempts to exit through the window. Enter Chalmers.]
 
Chalmers: SEYMOUR!!!
 
Skinner: Superintendent! I was just, uh…just…just stretching my calves on the windowsill! Isometric exercise. Care to join me?
 
Chalmers: Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Seymour?
 
Skinner: Uh…oh, that isn’t smoke! It’s steam. Steam from the steamed clams we’re having! MMMMM, steamed clams!
 
[Chalmers, still skeptical, exits the kitchen. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Skinner skedaddles off to the Krusty Burger across the street. He soon returns to the dining room, carrying a platter full of hamburgers and fries.]
 
Skinner: Superintendent, I hope you’re ready for mouth-watering hamburgers!
 
Chalmers: I thought we were having steamed clams?
 
Skinner: Oh, no, I said steamed hams. That’s what I call hamburgers.
 
Chalmers: You call hamburgers steamed hams?
 
Skinner: Yes! It’s a…regional dialect.
 
Chalmers: Uh-huh. Uh, what region?
 
Skinner: Uhhh, upstate New York?
 
Chalmers: Really? Well, I’m from Utica, and I’ve never heard anyone use the phrase “steamed hams.”
 
Skinner: Oh, not in Utica, no, it’s an Albany expression.
 
Chalmers: I see.
 
[They begin to consume this unforgettable luncheon. Chalmers notices a familiar taste.]
 
Chalmers: You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Krusty Burger…
 
Skinner: Ohohoho, no. Patended Skinner Burgers! Old family recipe!
 
Chalmers: …For steamed hams.
 
Skinner: Yes.
 
Chalmers: Yes, and you call them steamed hams despite the fact that they are obviously grilled.
 
Skinner: Uh…ye…you know, it…one thing I should…excuse me for one second.
 
Chalmers: Of course.
 
[Skinner ducks into the kitchen, but upon seeing the raging inferno that his kitchen has become, he returns almost immediately.]
 
Skinner: [Yawns.] Ah, well, that was wonderful. Good times were had by all, I’m pooped!
 
Chalmers: Yes, I should be—GOOD LORD, WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THERE?
 
Skinner: Aurora Borealis.
 
Chalmers: Wha—? AURORA BOREALIS. At this time of year, at this time of day, located entirely within your kitchen?
 
Skinner: Yes!
 
Chalmers: …May I see it?
 
Skinner: …No.
 
[Skinner escorts Chalmers to the door. They pause at the steps.]
 
Skinner’s Mother: *SEYMOUR, THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!
 
Skinner: No, mother, it’s just the northern lights.
 
Chalmers: Well, Seymour, you are an odd fellow, but I must say…you steam a good ham.
 
Skinner’s Mother: HEEELLLPPP!! HEEEELLLLPPPP!!!

“You call hayburgers steamed hays?”

The portal he comes out of reminds me so much of those rifts from LEGO Dimensions.

Twilight: Chanceloor Neighsay, welcome… you must die.

Chancellor neighsay welcome, I hope you’re prepared for an unforgettable curriculum  
..nyeh..
 
Oh Egads.. My lesson is ruined smoke coming out  
…but what if, I were to purchase textbooks and disguise them as my own papers  
Ho Ho, delightfully tartarus Sparkle, starts to hover with her wings  
neighsay interrupts  
Chancellor neighsay… I was just flapping my wings, aerobatic exercise… Care to join me  
…why is there smoke coming out of your journal Sparkle  
Oh Ho, that isn’t smoke. Its steam, steam from the copy magic spell. Mmm steamed spells  
he leaves, sparkle phews and runs to the book store, bringing back some textbooks on a plate  
Chancellor I hope you’re ready for amazing textbooks  
…I thought you we’re bringing steamed spells  
Oh no, I said textbooks. Thats what I call steamed spells  
….you call textbooks steamed spells  
Yes, its a regional dialect  
…Uh uh. What region?  
Uhhh upstate equestria  
…really, well I’m from phillydephia and I’ve never heard the phrase steamed spells  
Oh no, not phillydephia, its a canterlot expression  
…I see
 
…you know these textbooks are quite similar to the ones they sell at ink and quills  
Oh no, patented sparkle textbooks,old family knowledge  
…for steamed spells  
Yes.  
…yes and you call them steamed spells despite the fact they are obviously printed  
Ye…you know, one thing I should… Excuse me for one second  
…of course
 
Sparkle goes through the door into a clearly burning room
 
Ooooh that was wonderful, good time was had by all, I’m pooped  
…yes I should be go…GOOD CELESTIA what is happening in there  
Uhhh Tree of harmony  
…tree of harmony, growing at this time of year, at this time of day and in this part of equestria, localised entirely within your headroom  
Yes.  
…may I see it?  
No.
 
they leave the school  
Starlight : help, the school is on fire  
No, Starlight… Its just the tree of harmony.  
….well sparkle you are an odd mare, but I must say, you steam a good spell.
 
Starlight :help, helllppp

Ah, Chancellor Neighsay! I hope you’re prepared for a hypernationlist education!

Welcome, Chancellor Neighsay. I hope you’re prepared for an unforgettable luncheon.